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letra de fire right there - 9lokknine

[intro: 9lokknine]
what the f-ck you sayin’?
man, bro, i swear
oh, leek, oh, leek
dumb ass
this [?]
leave that fire right there

[chorus: 9lokknine]
leave that fire right here (oh, yeah)
i had a buccaneer (come on)
miluwakee bucks in here (i promise)
feel no evil there (i never)
i caught the glock, another charge, i make me drop some tears
it’s just me od and baby jay, three musketeers (oh, yeah, oh, yeah)
he dropped the vvs’ and he smile from ear to ear (yeah, yeah)
he got his d-ck caught in his zipper, crackers took his whip (yeah, yeah)
so now i’m bendin’ in this rental with this colt, four fifths
standoff got my clutchin’ like a dyk-, i’m coming off the hip (come on, come on, blatt)

[verse 1: 9lokknine]
i don’t know sh-t you talk about, i can’t believe it’s real
my n-gga been in parking lots and keep this stainless steel
i told them crackers, bring my n-ggas back on the field
you think you a shooter, he tryna recruit him, bring the head back off
oops, where i am
we’ll k!ll you, can’t f-ck around, can he ran
brand new glock, it’s tan
sh-t f-ck around, hit the fan
we gotta stop all this playin’
might just tussel and n-gga, you dusty, lil’ n-gga, then help him again
i had to just tussel, my n-gga, we fight that that sh-t out and smoke at the end
these n-ggas took guns to a whole ‘nother level
sh-t, we just gon do what you did
mama told me you gon’ reap what you sow and get out and whatever you did
wasn’t countin’ no bodies, this sh-t here a hobby
i be on target, get paid just to sit
that ho eatin’, buddy gon’ please her
lil jack still be givin’ her d-ck
i got a nina for all of that talkin’, but i’ma just start with the set
and we don’t join up with no n-gga, this sh-t ain’t a game, we do not expand
i’m tryna corrupt lil’ n-gga, i catch him down bad with his d-ck out his pants
[chorus: 9lokknine]
leave that fire right here (oh, yeah)
i had a buccaneer (come on)
miluwakee bucks in here (i promise)
feel no evil there (i never)
i caught the glock, another charge, i make me drop some tears
it’s just me od and baby jay, three musketeers (oh, yeah, oh, yeah)
he dropped the vvs’ and he smile from ear to ear (yeah, yeah)
he got his d-ck caught in his zipper, crackers took his whip (yeah, yeah)
so now i’m bendin’ in this rental with this colt, four fifths
standoff got my clutchin’ like a dyk-, i’m coming off the hip (come on, come on, blatt)

[verse 2: asian doll]
ayy, bend this ho, dip, low and jid
never bang, change my color wig
i’m a ghetto b-tch, i’m a ghetto kid
my shoes don’t go, had to match my fit
shorty on go, ready to fight
if he thirsty, he clutchin’ his pipe
seen him, caught him, get in right
i’m ’bout whatever and f-ck who don’t like
yeah, pop my sh-t, you will
lil’ ass boy, they d-ck on shrimp
if you hit this, n-gga, you rich
real ass pimp, we just payin’ for the trip
real freak, ho, took another molly
head come first, n-gga, don’t try me
fit mismatch be lurking tryna copy
baby daddy got good brain, good sloppy
you know i’m in the feelin’ when cash in your hand
i ain’t even saw that ass in the benz
i ain’t even saw that ass in a trance
runnin’ up a check, b-tches mad with their friends
all in they mouth like pineapple soda
[?] and backwoods is his odor
ain’t tryna talk to the n-gga, wait, hold up
ain’t tryna talk to the n-gga, wait
[outro: 9lokknine]
leave that fire right here

- 9lokknine

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